This evening I went fishing... it was one of those few hours on the river that will linger in my memory for a while.
After a couple hours of wind gusts, that I'm sure measured on the hurricane scale as a category 3 or 4, a calmness broke through and the caddis fly's began to swarm everywhere including down the collar of my shirt, in my ears and at times up my nose. The sun sank behind mountains of the canyon. The fish began to rise.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a fish rise and swallow a bug...and then another...and then another.
For the nest 30-40 minutes it was pure bliss. Perfect conditions, perfect hole of water, perfect drift and perfect fish including a big ol' brown trout. Yippee!
The night was capped off as I drove home, by a beautiful sunset over the mighty Tobacco Root Mountains in my rear view mirror. Sometimes I can't help but just stand quietly and be in awe of God's creation.
End of Summer
6 days ago